the sailor

[munkinhead]

sailors reach toward dawn
as prayers like mist drift
and melt away

[.Kafka]

And as in a dream, these sailors perpetuate onto the shore.

[Hawkman]

Those who've been at the wheel of any sea going vessel through the graveyard watch or in the morning, will feel this one. I do.

Thanks for reviving a memory or two. H

[Delta40]

very effective

[munkinhead]

all of life
is memory
and loss